LOGINAfter seeing his mother off, Damson didn’t return home.
Instead, he drove to an expensive apartment far more luxurious than the house he shared with Maya.
He stood outside the door for a moment, anxiety etched across his face, then knocked.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful, impeccably dressed woman.
“Hey, darling,” she purred, wrapping her arms around him. “What took you so long?”
She kissed him without waiting for an answer, pulling him inside. The door shut behind them.
They kissed again, deep and familiar until she suddenly pulled away.
“Wait,” she said, her expression sharpening. “What did you tell your stupid mute wife before coming here?”
“Come on, Bella,” Damson snapped. “She doesn’t deserve an explanation. I can be wherever I want, with whoever I want.”
Bella smiled at first, clearly pleased but then her face turned serious.
“Listen carefully, Damson,” she said coolly. “I am not speaking to my father about giving you that big position at the company until you leave her and file for divorce.”
Damson let out a heavy sigh. “Bella, we’ve talked about this so many times. I can’t divorce her right now.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration written all over him.
“She’s heavily pregnant. And even after she gives birth, it would still look bad. She might take me to court.”
Bella’s eyes darkened.
“Then forget about me and forget that huge position,” Bella snapped. “If you can’t come up with a way to get rid of her stupid face and that mute life.”
She turned away angrily.
Damson rushed after her and caught her hand. “Bella, don’t be angry,” he pleaded. “Of course I’ll come up with a solution. Trust me.”
Bella stopped and looked at him. “Do you love me?” she asked quietly.
Damson didn’t hesitate. “Of course I love you.”
His voice hardened as he continued, “I don’t love her anymore. It’s you I love. You’re prettier, classier. You have a great figure, a bright future ”
He scoffed. “And most importantly, you can actually talk… unlike her.”
They both laughed.
Bella’s anger melted into satisfaction. She took his hand and led him toward the bedroom.
It was already 2 a.m.
Damson had just stepped out of the shower when he noticed his phone vibrating nonstop on the table.
He glanced at the screen and sighed.
Maya.
Are you okay, honey?
Did something happen?
Why aren’t you picking up?
If you see this message, please call me. I’m worried.
He scoffed quietly.
I can’t believe you, he thought coldly. Tonight I’m finally free from you and you still want me to call you.
He tossed the phone aside.
Bella, already lying comfortably on the bed, looked at him with curiosity. “Is that your mute wife?”
He nodded.
She rolled her eyes. “Gosh, I really hate her. Can’t she see that you don’t want her anymore?”
Bella smirked. “You should get rid of her. Definitely.”
Damson didn’t respond.
He climbed into the bed beside her, pushing the thought of Maya and everything she represented far from his mind.
Maya’s Pov
Maya cooked the food as she always did.
She prepared everything carefully, placing the dishes on the table and waiting for Damson. She was used to him coming home late, but tonight felt different too late. Especially since he had only gone to see his mother off.
She tried calling him.
No answer.
She sent message after message, her fingers trembling slightly.
Is he okay? she wondered.
Damson had always been rude to Maya, yet she never stopped hoping that one day he would change that he would become the kind, caring person he used to be. She stayed with him because she didn’t want her child to grow up without a father. Deep down, she believed that one day he would love her again.
When the food grew cold, Maya didn’t go to their bedroom.
She curled up on the couch instead.
When she woke up later, the house was still silent.
Damson hadn’t returned.
Panic rushed through her. She quickly freshened up, her heart racing, hoping that maybe he had gone out early for work and was safe.
After getting ready, she grabbed the house keys and moved toward the door.
The moment she opened it, she froze.
Damson stood right there.
Alive.
Laughing.
And he wasn’t alone.
His arm was wrapped around a beautiful woman’s waist, holding her close as they laughed together, carefree and happy.
Maya stood there, completely still.
Then Bella slowly turned to Maya and said with disgust, “Is this your mute, useless wife? She’s even uglier than I thought!”
The man with the syringe stopped three feet away.Damson's mother held up her hand."Not yet," she said. "Let her understand first."She walked around Maya slowly. Like a predator circling prey."You thought I was in prison," Damson's mother said. "You thought the trial would proceed. You thought justice would be served."She laughed."But Catherine Wei does not believe in prisons. She believes in potential. She recognized that I was wasted in a cell. That I had value. That I could serve the Phoenix."Maya's hands were shaking."How?" she asked."Money," Damson's mother said simply. "Wei paid for my release. A corrupt judge. A falsified document. One phone call and I walked free."She stopped in front of Maya."But that is not why I am here," she continued. "I am here because Catherine Wei wanted me to be the one to tell you the truth. She wanted you to hear it from someone you know.""What truth?" Maya asked.Damson's mother smiled."That you were never going to win," she said. "From
The safe house was different now.It felt smaller. Like the walls were closing in.Maya sat at a table with Agent Cross, Marcus, and a team of federal investigators. Maps covered the surface. Photos of Catherine Wei. Financial records. Communication logs."Catherine Wei has been operating for fifteen years," Cross said. "She started in Beijing. Government connections. Family wealth. Military background."She pulled up a satellite image on the laptop."She moved to the United States eight years ago. Officially as a technology consultant. But we believe she made contact with the Collective around that time.""Why did the Collective recruit her?" Marcus asked."Because she was smarter than all of them," a young investigator named Chen said. "No relation to James Chen. Different spelling. Different person."He clicked through files."Catherine Wei saw what the Collective was doing wrong. Too visible. Too hierarchical. Too many points of failure. She proposed the Phoenix model. Decentraliz
The address led to an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.Maya and Marcus drove in silence. The sun was setting. Orange light painted the sky.Behind them, unmarked police vehicles kept their distance. Watching. Tracking. Ready to move.Maya could feel the tracker under her skin. A small pressure. A reminder that she was not alone even though she felt completely alone.Marcus parked the car a block away."Ready?" he asked."No," Maya said. "But we are going anyway."They walked toward the building.It was an old warehouse. Similar to the ones where everything had happened before. Damson's mother. Victoria Chen. All of them using the same playbook.The door was open.Inside, it was dark."James?" Maya called out.No answer.They moved deeper into the building. Their eyes adjusted to the darkness.Then they saw him.James Peterson was hanging from a chain. His body was motionless. His head hung forward.Maya felt her knees buckle."No," she whispered.But before she could m
The safe house was two hours outside the city.Surrounded by forest. Guarded by military. Completely isolated.Maya had been there for three days.She hadn't left the main room.Agent Cross visited that morning."The Phoenix knows where you are," she said immediately.Maya felt her stomach drop."How?""We don't know yet," Cross said. "But they've made a move. They've taken a hostage."She pulled out her phone and showed Maya a video.A man was tied to a chair. Beaten. Bleeding."This is Agent Marcus Rivera," Cross said. "He was one of my best investigators. He was tracking Volkov's money movement."The video showed a figure behind the agent. Blurred. Distorted."You have forty-eight hours," the figure said. "Release all intelligence on the Phoenix. Release all surveillance. Release all evidence. Or we execute this man on livestream."The video ended."They're trying to manipulate you," Marcus said. "They know if an agent dies, you'll feel responsible.""Will you release the intellige
The Phoenix manifesto appeared online three weeks later.Agent Cross brought it to them.She played it on her laptop.A video. Black screen. A voice speaking. Distorted. Digital."The Collective failed because it was too visible," the voice said. "It tried to control everything. To own everything. It became a target."The screen shifted to show financial data. Money moving across borders. Untraceable."The Phoenix is different," the voice continued. "We don't own governments. We don't control banks. We simply move through them. We're ghosts. We're invisible."The video showed names. Hundreds of them. New recruits. From every industry. Every country."We're looking for the intelligent. The ambitious. The ones who understand that the system is broken. Join us. Help us rebuild it."The video ended.Cross closed the laptop."It's spreading," she said. "We've identified two hundred new members in the past week alone. Hackers. Bankers. Corporate executives. Military personnel.""They're bui
The raids lasted six hours.By midnight, one hundred and thirty-seven people were in custody.Agent Cross was on her phone constantly. Updates coming in. Locations confirmed. Assets seized.Maya watched from the safe house window.News helicopters were circling the city. Every major news outlet was covering it live. The Collective was being dismantled in real time.Marcus stood beside her."It's really happening," he said."It's really happening," Maya agreed.Leo was asleep. Exhausted from the emotional chaos.Nan was in the next room, recovering. Strong. Resilient. Like always.Cross came into the room."We've identified all twelve members of the Collective leadership," she said. "Ten are in custody. Two are dead.""Victoria and who else?" Maya asked."Marcus Castellano. He died in a raid in Miami. Apparently he tried to flee and officers had to use force."She paused."But we have a problem," she said.Maya felt her stomach tighten."What?""Four members escaped," Cross said. "Befo







